Grim lounged back against the couch cushions with Blair curled comfortably across their lap, fingers moving lazily through her hair in slow, soothing strokes. She hummed softly, eyes half-lidded as she rested there, perfectly content. The TV murmured in the background, some half-watched Netflix show, while the quiet of a weekend morning wrapped around them.

Sunlight spilled through the window in warm bands, catching on leaves and casting soft shadows across the room. Blair’s apartment was small but alive, every surface dotted with plants in mismatched pots, vines trailing along shelves and windowsills. It smelled faintly of earth and coffee, cozy in that effortlessly boho way that felt unmistakably her.

Blair shifted slightly, tilting her head back to look up at Grim, a lazy smile spreading across her face. She laughed under her breath, light and warm, like the moment itself.

“I’m feeling kinda hungry,” she said, eyes bright with a familiar spark. “Wanna cook something up with me?”